Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 505 - 231: Frost Covers the Corpses, Ice Emperor’s Inheritance, "Symbiosis" Pact_3

Chapter 505: Chapter 231: Frost Covers the Corpses, Ice Emperor’s Inheritance, "Symbiosis" Pact_3

"Crack—Crack—"

Two crisp sounds in succession, Molli’er’s pale and tender arms flopped down limply, and Ronan quickly snapped her legs, then coldly poked directly towards the center of Molli’er’s brow.

If this poke was to be solid, Molli’er’s pretty little head would burst open like a crushed watermelon.

Ronan’s desire to kill Molli’er had reached an unprecedented level after she had brought him life-threatening dangers twice in a row, not to mention that each of them had the bloodline of ancient enemies flowing in their bodies.

He had countless reasons... to kill Molli’er on the spot!

However.

"Buzz—"

When Ronan’s fingertip touched the center of Molli’er’s brow, a mysterious and complex rune suddenly lit up on her smooth and full forehead.

Ronan also felt a burning heat on his own brow.

Then a strong pain shot from the center of his own brow.

Using a bit more force on his hand, the pain became more pronounced, as if, while he was poking at Molli’er’s brow, he was also poking his own!

"Boom!"

A mysterious force erupted, shaking both of their bodies backward.

"Drip-drop-drip-drop..."

Ronan reached out to catch the fresh blood dripping down from his forehead, seeking an answer from Molli’er with incredulous eyes.

"What’s going on?"

At this moment, he could sense an incredibly wonderful bond tightly connecting him and Molli’er together.

They could feel each other’s most subtle emotional changes, thoughts flickering, and even tactile sensations.

As if born from one body, like some twins inherently connected and sharing everything.

Having the closest relationship in the world.

This connection also mixed in the bloodlines, the enmity between ancient foes, and the grudges formed from past interactions...

Extreme intimacy and extreme hatred.

These two extremely contradictory emotions mingled together, leaving Ronan momentarily unsure how to deal with Molli’er.

Molli’er, obviously, felt the same.

Her reaction was even more intense than Ronan’s.

First standing still in place for a while, then like having a mental breakdown, she frantically pounced towards Ronan, shouting and screaming, like a mad mother beast, even using her mouth, determined to fight him to the death.

Ronan snorted coldly, continuously countering her attacks.

This time it was no longer as effortless as before, ever since the strange rune appeared on their brows, no matter what harm he inflicted on Molli’er, his body would inexplicably suffer the same pain.

Neither of them was willing to back down, fighting the most primitive and wild close combat on the icy plains, even forgetting their identities as wizards.

Until the sun set and stars spread across the sky, a crescent moon like a hooked blade rose from the horizon.

The two "battle-scarred" finally stopped fighting.

"Huff—huff—"

Ronan sat on the grass wet with fresh dew, slowly calming his breath, mobilizing the Vital Light Ball inside his body to quickly repair his injuries.

Whereas, some ten meters away, Molli’er looked utterly dispirited.

Suddenly giving a miserable smile, looking at Ronan, she muttered in a tone of utter despair: "How could I... form a ’Symbiosis’ pact with someone like you..."